I went to the Black Swan to see Reverie Sound Revue play and it was fabulous. I nursed the same pint of Grasshopper for over two hours and smoked many cigarettes while talking with friends. It was a great night of introductions, finally talking to a number of people I've always wanted to meet. The show itself was absolutely fabulous--everyone in Reverie is fucking gorgeous, it's insane. I got home around 2am, still wired from a night of chatting and being cool. It was a really great night.
Now I have to write that essay. Seriously. I've gotta write that fucking thing.
Edited: I really hate this research shit. I'm so overwhelmed that I'm numb, really. Someone do it for me...pleeeease.
Now I have to write that essay. Seriously. I've gotta write that fucking thing.
Edited: I really hate this research shit. I'm so overwhelmed that I'm numb, really. Someone do it for me...pleeeease.
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*ahem* Introductory paragraph: "Imagine that you are at the top of the German art scene. You have been King Shit of Deutschland for ages, growing fat and ugly and stodgy and staid and boring. Now imagine there's a knock at your door one day. You go and answer it and it's some young guy you've never seen before--lithe and strapping and handsome and fresh-faced and, above all, incredibly stylish. He bids you good day, then kicks you in the nuts and steals the crown right off your head. That is, in essence, what the founding of the Bauhaus School in 1919 did to the German art and design scene of the day."